Old Head of Kinsale
In fading light I took a photograph of the Old Head of Kinsale. I wondered, "How long before I see this again ?" Under jib alone I made good progress through the night. With less wind at dawn the main was hoisted. The afternoon passed with the boat rigged to sail goose winged. A glorious sunset was followed by an equally splendid sunrise. In strengthening winds I turned to port, leaving the Atlantic behind and entering the Irish Sea.